fan fiction
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Why I HATE Fanfiction
For a lot of us, the Vocal+ fiction awards represented one of the biggest competitions we have taken part in. Myself, I didn't even make it to the second stage. That may be part of the reason why I've stepped away from fiction for a little break.
By Luke Foster4 years ago in Geeks
"Fifty Shades of Grey" vs "Twilight"
By fanfiction we mean the continuation of a cult story by fans. Readers hungry for more material can continue the story, fill in the gaps, resurrect their favorites, create sequels or prequels. In the case of the fanfiction of “Twilight” by S. Meyer, or the infamous, inflated, “Fifty Shades of Grey” — where Grey stands for Grey but also for the surname of the icy, embalmed, stockfishic protagonist — more than a continuation it is a question of a parody by which the writer Erika James was carried away.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Geeks
Why do we ship?
An age-old question: Why do we ship? As seen above, the artwork portraying Greek Gods Persephone and Hades showcases a softer, dually consensual and overall more romantic storyline for the least likeable and more tragic circumstances that originated in Greek mythology. The particularly gritty and heartbreaking story that is usually titled The Abduction of Persephone, is not for the faint hearted. To get yourself properly acquainted with this raw and unapologetic tale, please refer to this link:
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Geeks
A PUBG Story: First Jump
Since I was a little kid, I had always known what I wanted to do with my life. Back then almost every kid in my class wanted to become a hero and represent our country in the Battle Ground. I mean sure, there was the risk of dying a violent death but that was far from a good enough reason to change any of our minds.
By Carlos Guerra4 years ago in Geeks
MAGÛS
The Rio Derras The full moon and star lit sky illuminate the high desert town of Birchwood, creating an other worldly landscape. The bold, but naughty Rio Derra winds back again from their eleven month hiatus, split through a minor gap in the Devil’s Canyon over looking and maybe even guarding the historic desert town. The seasonal zephyr howled and whistled in a way only mother nature could pull off as it squeezed through more cracks and crevices of the rocky landscape, creeping ever closer towards Birchwood’s county line. Sheriff Callahan holds the phone to his ear. His black steel-toed boots resting atop his desk as he reclined in his worn leather chair inside the solemn station. Small, petite, anything but cute. Wood paneled walls from the seventies still remain, a friendly reminder from the station’s last major remodel. Native pine trees continue swaying outside, dancing with one another. The tender beginnings of the Derra’s week long wrath, already unfolding. “Hell, I’d like to see him try it. The old prick. He can’t just leave that old rickety and busted RV there. For God’s sake, this ain’t the same town he grew up in anymore! There gonna think he’s cooking meth or something else inside. You know how much those houses are going for up there now?” Callahan complained into the phone. A violent bang and a tumble announced itself placing a period on the sheriff’s comments. “What the hell was that?” With his free hand, two fingers split between a space in the window blinds revealing a trash can rolling into the parking lot followed by loose papers and chip bags hovering and swirling in the wind. Not quite the culprit or rabble rousers he was expecting. “No...yeah, yeah, it was nothin’. Just the Derra’s kicking up again.” The sheriff plops back into his worn seat before leaning into the phone gain. “Yep, it’s about that time.”
By Matthew Ward4 years ago in Geeks
Once More
Death sat in a field. It was a field of nourished green with an abundance of flourishing flowers. A light breeze blew perfume across her nose and rustled the long strands of her hair. The wide brim of her hat protected her sensitive eyes from the sun’s blinding rays. In the distance before her, she saw a vision that made her stomach twist with anxiety and her throat tighten in longing. Her fingers curled into a fist and as she felt exhaustion wrack her carefully held composure, the flowers around her feet began to wither.
By Brianna Stanford4 years ago in Geeks
